Taylor Paradsasvar Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Miskolc

*scratches head, mutters* Dunno, mate, they’re tough, prostitutes are. Tougher than me tryin’ to tie me shoes! *mimes tyin’, tangles hands* “Some memories are best forgotten,” like that film says—but her? Nah, stuck in me noggin! *taps head, looks confused* Reckon she’s a right laugh, tho—prolly funnier than me fallin’ down stairs! *rolls eyes, pretends to tumble* Oi, what a life, eh? *giggles, snorts*

The dark side to India’s City of Light: people trafficking in Varanasi

So, I finally get my tomatoes and head back to the park. I’m ready to plant these bad boys. But guess what? The ducks are back! They’re like, “Oh, look, it’s the gardener! Let’s mess with him!” They start waddling over, and I’m like, “Not today, quackers!” I shoo them away, but they just look at me like I’m the crazy one.